TV's Inspiring Thoughts
I'm ashamed to admit that 'Desperate Housewives' inspired this post. That last scene, at the end...where whatshername is crying on her pillow because Mike is/may be/was a murderer.We spend so much time looking for love...fighting for it...thinking about it and wanting it and crying over it and writing about it...but is it really worth it?
At the end of the day, or month, or year...when we've found what we've been longing and yearning and lusting for...does it make it all better? Does finding someone to love - who loves us back - make up for all the heartache that went into looking for it?
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